March 22, 2009

Today's an exception....

I usually don't write about my daily whereabouts and hour-to-hour updates but..

this weekend deserves to be remembered, although i have a four- day weekend, i am swamped with seminars and lectures in the remaining three days that i have to shorten the weekend just to catch up on work and its especially stressful this semester because i am doing an overload of 16 units as oppose to the required 12. [Since I decided to drop my Arts Degree, I am now just doing Law and I have to overload my subjects if I want to graduate in time with those who from the beginning were just enrolled in Law).
So, with the extra readings, seminar preparations and assignments due before mid term break, I don't exactly have the luxury of having laid-back weekends. However, this weekend I decided to kick off my shoes and enjoy the summer weekend. Maybe, it's the beautiful weather. Maybe it's the 'Clipsal Supercar Championship' that's happening at the very streets of small town Adelaide. Maybe it's the last weekend of Adelaide's renowned 'Fringe Festival'.
It took me awhile to shred my to-do list and lift the pressure off but I finally remembered my 'relax, take it easy' post and decided to breathe in every bit of this beautiful weekend in.
So, yesterday evening, along with Fariz and his cousins, we went to the Uni Oval to kick some balls
and I finally discovered the best way to keep me jogging [Back home, no matter how much I wanted to extend my running time on the treadmill, I just couldn't because I found myself getting bored so easily, it didnt matter if I had music on, tried reading a book] I thought jogging with company would help but conversing while jogging can get pretty tiring. So, yeah I am now going to dribble a ball.
I found myself enjoying having to go run after a ball and it was definitely good motivation to keep going.
Today, I had a lovely brunch session with Tania at a lovely cafe on East Terrace and then a nice walk through the Sunday Bazaar on Rundle Street. I went into my favourite 'Mary Martin' Bookshop where you can find the not mainstream books of famous old and new authors and I bought
i. Ayn Ran's Anthem
ii. F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Beautiful and Damned.
iii. J. D Salinger's The Cather in the Rye [I lost my old copy, which was also an old classic of my dad's, sorry]
Then Fariz and I went to the Port Adelaide Sunday Bazaar, hoping to get a nice old antique large frame to use as a prop for one of our photography themes on my list and also we were craving for the scrumptious hot mini doughnuts glazed in cinnammon. And...I bought two more books
iii. Martin Luther King's Strength to Love
iv. Paolo Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die [It was the first book of his that I read and made me fall in love with his writting but I never had my own copy of it]
And then, we went to Harbour Town which I originally planned on looking for black home wear tights but ended up coming back with two shoes and a pair of shorts. Oh well....
Now, I am just on the couch of Fariz's apartment watching the guys talk guns and trying to save the world with remote controllers, design blog surfing and waiting to cook dinner for the boys and have a therapeutic bubble bath with the Honeysuckle and Lily scented candles..

and tomorrow hopefully, i will feel more rejuvenated and eager to spend the whole day in the law library.



3 comments:

Nadia said...

Hey, didn't you maybe lend me your copy of Veronika Decides To Die in Form 2, and didn't I maybe leave it in Adelaide when I was there in 2001 (St. Helena's apartments), and didn't I maybe forget to replace it even though I maybe promised to?

:)

Nik Nasha Damia said...

hehehe nutz! no, i remember that erm, no..that was another book, perhaps by river piedra i sat down and wept..i forgot,anyways that was so long ago..how about you dont owe me anything but in exchange forgive me for not being able to catch up with you when i was in kl..i'm sorry again.

Nadia said...

Those maybes were just me pretending to kena kantoi, hehe. It was definitely Veronika, that was the first Coelho book I ever read, and you were the only 14-year-old I knew who was reading him at the time. :)

Nothing to forgive, hon. We'll just keep trying, the next time you're back!